"Of course. Just lift your hips and slide it in," Ross murmured, a sly grin spreading across his face as he leaned closer, letting his lips brush against the soft skin of Natalie's neck.
His warm breath made her shiver, and he felt her pulse quicken beneath his mouth.
Slowly, he began to trace a path along her neck, savoring the way her body responded, her skin heating up under his touch.
He knew exactly what she wanted. The desire in her eyes was unmistakable—she craved the same intensity he'd given to Sophia and Jasmine, that raw, consuming passion that left nothing untouched.
But this time was different; Natalie had taken charge from the very beginning, making her intentions clear with every bold move she'd made.
Ross was in no hurry to rush things; he wanted to let her lead, to see how far she would take it.
As he continued to kiss her neck, his hands slid down to her waist, guiding her rhythm just enough to encourage her.
"Go on," he whispered, his voice low and enticing. "Show me what you want."
Her breath hitched, and he could feel her body tensing with anticipation. She was holding nothing back, and he couldn't deny the thrill of watching her take control.
Yet, underneath it all, he knew that sooner or later, she'd let him reclaim the lead, wanting him to take her completely.
For now, though, he was content to let her savor each second, allowing her to push the boundaries until she was ready for him to take over.
"You meanie," Natalie murmured, her voice tinged with a teasing complaint.
"Hehehe. You started it, so you'd better finish what you started, Natalie," Ross replied, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he lay still beneath her, his body relaxed but watchful, letting her take control.
He remained unmoving, content to enjoy the view and the feeling of her body above his, waiting to see just how far she would take things.
With a playful sigh, Natalie realized she had no choice but to continue.
But despite her words, her body betrayed her, already aching for him. She knew what she wanted, what her body craved, and without hesitation, she gave in.
Slowly, she lifted her hips, adjusting her position until her wet, tight entrance hovered just above Ross's thick cock, the anticipation making her shiver.
She no longer needed any foreplay; she had been ready and waiting for him all night.
With deliberate care, she began to lower herself, her body stretching around him inch by inch as he filled her completely.
The sensation was as intense as she remembered, maybe even more so tonight.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt that familiar, satisfying stretch—a feeling she had come to crave every day, one that seemed to linger in her body long after each encounter.
"Ahhhhh…" The sound escaped her lips in a soft, needy moan as she finally took him all the way down, feeling the base of him pressed against her.
Her pussy walls instinctively clenched around his cock, responding to the pulsing heat and the way he filled her so deeply.
She could feel every thick, throbbing vein along his length, each one intensifying the pleasure that coursed through her.
It was overwhelming, an exquisite blend of fullness and pressure, and she couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly he fit her.
For a moment, she stayed still, letting her body adjust to the intensity, savoring the feeling of being so completely connected.
Her heart pounded as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be swept up in the sensations.
There was nothing else like this—nothing else that made her feel so alive, so utterly claimed.
This was the feeling she longed for, the satisfaction she couldn't find with anyone else.
Ross was the only one who could make her feel this way, and as she began to move, rolling her hips slowly, she relished every second of it.
It was an addiction, she realized, a deep-seated need for the way he made her feel, a hunger she could no longer ignore.
With each movement, she felt that need growing stronger, her body responding instinctively, wanting more and more.
She leaned forward, pressing her hands against his chest, finding her rhythm as her hips moved with increasing urgency.
This was what she wanted—what she craved.
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Jade, watching from the side, bit her lip and covered her mouth to suppress a moan as she took in the scene unfolding before her.
The way Natalie moved was almost hypnotic, her body swaying with an enticing rhythm as she straddled Ross.
At first, their pace was slow and sensual, each movement drawn out with intent, a careful exchange that felt almost tender.
It was as if Natalie wanted to savor every second, every inch, letting herself feel him fully before surrendering to the wild urgency that pulsed beneath the surface.
But after the three-minute mark, something shifted. Natalie's hips began to move faster, her restraint giving way to a raw, unrestrained need.
Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as she leaned into Ross with a renewed, almost frenzied intensity.
Her pace increased, her full, shapely curves bouncing with every movement, each slap of her hips meeting Ross with a satisfying, rhythmic sound.
Pak
Pak
Pak
Jade's eyes widened, her own body reacting to the sight.
She watched as Natalie's skin glistened with a light sheen, her muscles flexing as she rode Ross harder, her hips moving with a speed and force that left no doubt about her hunger.
The connection between them was magnetic, captivating, and Jade felt herself drawn into their passion, unable to look away.
Soon, a creamy, wet sheen began to cover Ross's length of big fat cock, coating him entirely as Natalie continued her relentless pace.
The slick warmth flowed down, pooling at the base of his shaft and spreading to his balls, creating a milky trail that glistened in the dim light.
The sight was mesmerizing, a testament to the raw intensity of their connection, and Jade found herself holding her breath, captivated by the unabashed display of passion.
It didn't take long before Natalie's voice rose into a scream, wild and uninhibited, echoing through the room with a passion that bordered on desperation.
She was completely lost in the sensations coursing through her, each second building toward a crescendo she could no longer control.
"Comingggggggg! Ahhhhhrrrggggg!" Her cry was ragged, her voice trembling with the intensity of her climax. Her hips stilled as her body tensed, waves of pleasure overtaking her.
She closed her eyes, letting the warmth spread through every inch of her, savoring the feeling as her breath came in short, broken gasps.
But just as she began to sink into the afterglow, Ross took over, his hands gripping her waist as he set his own pace.
He thrust upward, his powerful hips meeting hers with relentless force.
Plak
Plak
Plak
Each upward motion sent shockwaves through her, lifting her body as if she were weightless, held in place only by his steady grip.
She felt herself tipping forward slightly, unable to steady herself against the power of his thrusts.
Her senses were overwhelmed, her skin hypersensitive as he drove into her from below, pushing her to the edge all over again.
The pleasure was almost too much, and she clung to him, her hands splaying across his chest as she tried to anchor herself.
Her heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as she struggled to catch her breath, yet the words spilled out before she could even think, raw and unfiltered.
"I love you, Rossssssss!" she screamed, her voice filled with a mixture of passion and surrender.
Another climax washed over her, even more intense, leaving her gasping and trembling.
Her whole body seemed to pulse with the force of it, a sensation that was beyond anything she'd ever known.
She felt entirely consumed, every part of her alive and alight.
This was what she'd been searching for, what she'd longed for without even realizing it.
In that moment, her mind was clear, free from any doubt, knowing that nothing could ever feel as perfect as this.
She felt as though she could stay in this place forever, in the warmth and strength of his embrace, with no need for anything else.
For her, life truly couldn't get any better.